The Blind date, Act II
Samsok: Ah, Ms Stewart. Welcome. How are you?
Susan: Fine, Samsok. and you?
Samsok: Fine. Thank you.
Susan: This is my friend, Harry Bennett.
Harry: Pleased to meet you.
Samsok: Very nice to meet you. Any friend of Ms Stewart's is welcome in Samsok's. Follow me, please.
Harry: I like it.
Susan: I do too. I come here often.
Samsok: Special place for special people.
Susan: Thank you, Samsok.
Harry: Well, nice restaurant.
Samsok: Would you like something to drink?
Susan: I'd like a glass of ginger ale with ice. Harry, what would you like?
Harry: Do you have dry white wine?
Samsok: How about California chablis?
Harry: Chablis is fine.
Samsok: what would you like to eat?
Susan: I'd like the mee krob. Harry, would you like to see the menu?
Harry: No, it's ok. I'll have the mee krob, also. What is it?
Susan: Crispy fried noodles. I love them.
Samsok: May I bring you salad?
Susan: Oh, yes. What do you recommend today?
Samsok: I recommend rose petal salad, special for new friends.
Susan: rose petal salad?
Harry: Why not?
Samsok: I'll take care of everything.
Susan: I hope you're hungry.
Harry: What? Oh, yes, starving. Well, I..
Susan: Well, I..
Harry: What do you do at Universe Toy Company?
Susan: I'm the vice-president of new toy development.
Harry: Terrific.
Susan: I know you are a CPA.
Harry: That's true. Harry Bennett, Certified Public Accountant. I love numbers. I do some work for Smith and Dale, your company's accounting firm.
Susan: And so.....
Harry: Here we are.
Susan: Yes.
Harry: I have a daughter.
Susan: I know. How old is she?
Harry: Nine years old.
Susan: That's a nice age. What's her name?
Harry: Michelle.
Susan: Do you have a picture of her?
Susan: She's very pretty.
Harry: Thank you.
Samsok: Rose petal salad. There's a phone call for you, Mr Bennett.
Harry: Excuse me, Susan.
Susan: I hope nothing is wrong.
Samsok: I'll get the rest of dinner. Excuse me.
Harry: Please forgive me, Susan, but... I have to leave. I feel terrible, but...
Susan: What's the matter?
Harry: My daughter isn't feeling well.
Susan: Oh, no! Is it serious?
Harry: I don't know. The baby-sitter says she has a stomachache and she's crying. I'll have to go home. Will you forgive me.
Susan: Of course. I'm so sorry for Michelle. And you didn't have a chance to eat.
Harry: Oh, it's ok. Let me take you home first.
Susan: No, no. Please, go ahead.
Harry: It's our first date.
Susan: We'll make another. Please don't worry.
Harry: I'll phone you.
Susan: I hope your daughter is all right. Goodbye.
Harry: Goodbye.